hey guys! i know i don't post on here as much as i should (i lost my streaming service so i couldn't finish the latest season of the rookie!)
but i promise to come back and write some more!
i also am posting here to ask you guys if you could donate to my friend's top surgery fund! this is the gofundme. i'd really appreciate it if you could reblog and share the link as well if you can't donate! he really needs this surgery and any help would be so great!
thank you guys so much. the chenford community has always been a loving and great place to be and i can't wait to see where this show goes with us. i love you all.
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Angela: I am not going to have my baby here! Wesley was supposed to be here! Tim was supposed to be confessing to Lucy in the hospital cafeteria after staying awake for 36 hours over a bowl of Cherry Garcia ice cream
Jackson: It's going to be oka-- wait, I thought Tim's favorite ice cream was vanilla?
Angela: It's not. He just says it is so he seems cool.
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Tried my hand at some rookie incorrect quotes. Inspired by @incorrectchenfordquotes ofc. 😅🙌
Tim: What’s a thot?
Tamara, deciding to mess with him: a thoughtful person.
*later when Lucy and Tamara are over at his house with Kujo*
Lucy: Okay, I took Kujo on a long walk so he should be good now.
Tim: thanks Lucy, you’re such a thot!
Lucy: *chokes on air*
Tamara: 😏
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Tim, pushing an almost full grocery cart around: are we done?
Lucy, looking up: Yeah—
Tim: *smiles giddily*
Lucy: — with this half of the list
Tim, glaring: why must you be so cruel to me?
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Lucy: Tim, I need you to swear
Tim: fuck
Lucy: I meant like promise
Tim: well damn Luce, be more specific
Lucy: 🙄
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Rachel, coming back from NYC surprisingly; sees Tim & Lucy: aw, I didn’t know you guys got together!
Tim, pausing: um, well I wouldn’t say together, together
Lucy, trying to hide it: yeah, together is such a strong word—
Angela, eavesdropping & having enough of it: you guys are literally married.
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Nyla, casually: hey Tim? What color are Lucy’s eyes?
Tim, wistfully rambling: well, it depends. Sometimes if she’s angry, they’ll turn so dark it’s like a midnight sky. Other times though, like when we’d drive in the shop on a sunny day, the light would hit them and they’d be golden—
Nyla, half listening: what?
Tim, backtracking: brown, they are brown.
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Lucy, cheerily in the morning: I made tea.
Tim, grumpy: I don’t want tea.
Lucy: I didn’t make you tea. This is my tea.
Tim, groaning: then why’d you tell me?!
Lucy: it’s a conversation starter.
Tim: it’s a horrible conversation starter!
Lucy, raising her eyebrows: oh, is it? We’re conversing, aren’t we? Checkmate.
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Tim: if I say, I love you, would you say it back?
Lucy: yes.
Tim: I love you.
Lucy: it back.
*five minutes later*
Angela, walking in: why did Tim punch a wall and is now sitting in the shop with his head pressed against the horn?
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+bonus
Lucy, to herself: y’know, I say “fight me” a lot for a girl that’s 5”3’ & has a hard time opening doors cause they’re too heavy
++bonus add on to the above quote
Tim: you say a lot of things for a girl that’s 5”3’, boot
Lucy: *is exasperated*
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HE DID
Lucy: Tim I’m so happy I could kiss you!
Tim: Neat.
*Later that day*
Tim: I can’t believe I said ‘neat’.
Tim: ‘Neat’. Nobody says 'neat’ anymore! It’s the goddamn 21st century! It’s not neat to say neat, but I said it anyway because I’m a huge loser!
Angela: Don’t beat yourself up, everyone gets nervous sometimes.
Angela: Remember what happened when Wes confessed to me?
Tim: Didn’t you thank him?
Angela: I thanked him.
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